I, who advocate giving up, feel like a disqualified person

I sighed and felt a little envious.

"What are you pretending for... She obviously cares about you more than me."

...It is, of course.

"...Because I'm a cunning guy..."

In my opinion, it was like pretending to be an accident and exposing my weak side to her... To someone with sensitive emotions, it was simply an act to gain sympathy.

That's so sneaky...it's just cheating.

"Wow, the more you admit this, the angrier I get. Why don't you refute me once or twice..." He snapped his fingers, "Then let me do something to you."

Violence blinds...and it also makes people stupid.

“…”

How sad.

"What does that look mean..."

"Means nothing."

"Hey, where are we going?" She suddenly realized this after she noticed that we were about to leave the teaching building.

"It's not far... just keep up."

Chapter 5: Brewing a Strategy

There weren't many people outside.

The wet ground can't provide space for sports club activities, so the playground is now empty. Thanks to this, she and I don't have to worry about being seen.

The air is humid and feels very refreshing except that it is a little cold.

"What are you doing here..." Lin Chenruo raised her doubt again, "If you don't explain, I won't know what to do."

"...Okay." This guy was really troublesome. "The structure of the activity room is basically the same... Since you can see the outside from the window, of course you can also observe the inside from the outside."

"...You mean...peek?"

"It's not like I'm looking into a fitting room or a bathhouse, so how can that be considered peeping?" I thought for a moment and said, "Well, it's like scouting... the enemy situation, I guess."

"...Whatever." She didn't seem to have any objection.

"It seems like this is it."

Relying on my memory, I stopped at a window.

"...Want to see it?"

"of course."

. . . . . . . . . .

Incompetent people are still incompetent people after all.

Even though I don't understand what art students are supposed to do, nor do I know how to judge whether they are qualified, I can roughly imagine what kind of people they are just by looking at their attitude towards the teacher's lectures.

For what...

The purpose of becoming an art student is supposedly to make it easier to get into university. Yes, even though they're called art students, there are only a handful of people who truly enjoy, love, or even understand art.

Most people picked up their brushes, essentially giving it a try, since they had no interest in painting. Ye Hui's skill level was completely irrelevant to them, as all they cared about was whether or not they could get into university.

Instead, it's those guys... who are listening attentively now.

I became an artist because I loved the feeling of wielding a paintbrush... Maybe I started practicing as a child, and gradually built up a little confidence... or perhaps it was arrogance, and I thought my level was already very high.

However, after seeing Ye Hui's talent, their boastful claims were casually shattered. Unwilling to face this, they decided not to hone their skills but to try to get Ye Hui to give up this path.

"How strange..."

It's really strange.

Since they have realized their own shortcomings, why do they think that they can become strong as long as people who are stronger than themselves don't appear in front of them?

A rabbit doesn't become the king of beasts just because a tiger isn't around. Similarly, even putting aside talent and effort, isn't the goal of art the work itself? The effort put into it... why should we understand? Is that a reason to be jealous and hurtful to others?

I can't accept it. From a personal point of view, I simply cannot agree with the emergence of such an idea.

"What's strange? Who's strange? Hey..."

It seemed that she heard my mumbling, and because she was not tall enough, she wanted to observe the situation impatiently.

"Be quiet..." I made a quiet gesture to her.

"..."

After giving me a look of reluctance, she finally listened to me and calmed down.

"...It seems that nothing will happen today."

The teacher in charge of the class didn't look like he was about to leave, so there was no reason for them to make any small moves.

"You're so cunning! I can't see anything, but you still insist on making me come over..." She was very dissatisfied and stepped hard on my foot.

"...Just be patient."

I endured the pain and squatted down.

"Do...what?"

She was still wary of my actions... It seemed I wasn't someone she could trust. Anyway, there was no need to change her mind about me.

"Don't be nervous..." I smiled and waved my hand, motioning her to squat down as well. "I've come up with a plan. Tomorrow, I need you to cooperate with me."

"......"

Although she hesitated for a moment, she squatted down.

............

"So slow. I'm even considering going back early."

I heard Rinsenkawa complaining the moment I entered the club room. Well, her tone was calm, and there was no hint of complaint at all... but that's just the way she is.

"Eh... So, you'd leave early when I wasn't here."

"Oh... Of course. I have no reason to wait for you..."

"Yeah."

I said as I sat down in the seat I remembered, and saw the teacup, which had long since lost its heat. Without hesitation, I picked it up and brought it to my lips.

"Ah... another drink."

Noticing this, she wanted to put down the book and pick up the teapot beside her.

"no need."

As I spoke, I had already drunk half of the cold tea in the cup.

Ah, how should I put it... maybe it would be better to change to a hot cup.

"Oh, really..." Seeing this, she had no choice but to sit down again, "Be careful...it's not summer anymore."

"I know. I'm just curious...how this tea tastes right now."

"Oh? So what did you taste?"

"...Nothing, honestly, not very tasty."

"Oh my... you asked for it."

A slightly disdainful response.

"Speaking of which... I might not be able to come to the club tomorrow because of something, so I'm telling you in advance."

"...Who happened?"

"No... just something to do."

To me, it doesn't matter who or what happened. Even if it happened to someone else, as long as I know about it, I will find a way to do it. That's all.

"I see..." She didn't say much and turned her gaze back to the book.

Leaning on the sofa, thinking about random things.

At some point, silence filled the room.

"Right...right."

Somewhat abruptly, Rinquanchuan took the initiative to bring up the topic.

"What?"

The attention was still attracted.

"You...ahem, didn't you ask me what I was looking at when I grabbed your hand?"

"Ah..." So she still cares about this matter... "I do care."

"Then... I'll just briefly explain it."

浮眦

Sometimes I wonder...how should we accurately measure a person's worth? Some people clearly have no value in this world, yet when they're truly deprived of their right to live, some still feel pity for them.

“Bang—”

The world is full of things that cannot be measured.

People's interests and perspectives will always differ. Mutual understanding... is simply nonsense. Or rather, even normal conversation is basically non-existent.

Whether or not there is communication is not important. Incompetent people only follow their instincts.

"Weren't you very arrogant at first?"

Perhaps, as a follow-up to something... this is the outcome I deserve. Ever since I stood up for Ye Jin, I've anticipated this outcome.

But I wasn't prepared...

No, it's useless to prepare for this kind of thing. What I have is almost useless when facing an advantage in numbers.

"..."

"Speak up." "Why are you silent now?" "Weren't you quite arrogant then?"

"...There's nothing much to say."

Incompetent people always show up in groups... and then, unscrupulously display their vulgar tastes. I despise them... and naturally don't want to talk to them.

Physical wounds always heal. As a result of the previous cause, I don't think this is unreasonable... If you offend someone, you'll get hurt. It's normal. I don't think what I did was out of a sense of justice, either. I was just protecting the interests of my family.

Ah, my head is a little confused. But one thing I can confirm is...

“Boom!”

His forehead hit the ground heavily.

With the pain long numb, all that appeared before my eyes was darkness. Fortunately, I remembered their faces and the school they mentioned. Just knowing these two things was enough.

"Play dead." "Pull his head up." "...."

"....." "......"

Don't pay attention to the conversations of the bastards.

What gradually took shape in my mind was how to give them the "cause" for what they were doing at that moment, and the "result" brought about by my induction.

Yes, one thing is certain... this isn't the end of it. No matter how long it takes, I will make sure they have to bear the full consequences.

Chapter 6: Floating Canthus [Memory??]

"How are you feeling...are you feeling any better?"

Along with these words appeared a strange face. When I recall it now, only those eyes can be barely remembered.

Eyes don't lie.

Even if one intends to lie, unless one is accustomed to it, there will be a slight wavering when one's eyes meet. And the wavering I observed was tangible on the face of this stranger before me.